I once had a girl

Or should I say, she once had me?

She showed me her room

"Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?"

She asked me to stay

And she told me to sit anywhere

So I looked around

And I noticed there wasn't a chair

I sat on a rug

Biding my time, drinking her wine

We talked until two

And then she said, "It's time for bed"

She told me she worked in the morning

And started to laugh

I told her I didn't

And crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke

I was alone, this bird had flown

So I lit a fire

Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?